The letter

The place is bitter sweet, I am reminded when the sun hides behind the dark curtin of how it was the first time...His continuance a tan leathery look of days spent under the gaze of the sun... The aroma of musk stained his olive green button up shirt, he had worn it just for me. I knew he was saying goodbye, this was our way of letting go of past, present, and future...Shy, scared, and dreaded emotions quickly turned into crackling embers screaming thrusts of fire and with the colours of blue, red, and orange exploding the hollows of my soul, I became the victim of my own mind...With each touch of his hand or sway of his body, it was painfully clear, I wasn't able to just let go...The peak of intimacy for me, but ability of letting go for him had come and gone... Dressed and a simple kiss sent him off to war...Letter returned Sorry for your loss...

By: r, fuller 5/7/13